Move aside neon green—this is Hulk in serious mode. Drenched in military-grade olive with pants darker than his mood, this version isn’t here to joke—he’s here to wreck. With that stone-cold stare, perfectly sculpted fury, and fists clenched like he just found out there’s no more guac, this Hulk is the definition of brooding brute force. Quiet rage? Nah. This is full-volume, pants-ripping rage in premium plastic form.